“We have an agreement.”

“That agreement is already obsolete.”

“I’m carrying your son because my brother made a mistake. That does not mean you own me.”

Leo slowly lifted one hand. Chloe flinched before she could stop herself. He froze. Something painful passed across his face. Instead of touching her, he lowered his hand.

“No,” he said. “I do not own you.”

It was not an apology, but it was the first crack in the wall.